 There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage, not my...  The Bibliotheca Sacra - Page 901901Full view - About this book
 | George Lillie Craik - 1861 - 580 pages
...charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light. There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...to earth ; Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But ab ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1861 - 390 pages
...or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light. VL There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1863 - 510 pages
...charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light. There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 332 pages
...or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a sufiusion from that light. TL There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 720 pages
...charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colors a suffusion from that light. There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mirte. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh !... | |
 | John Weiss - 1864 - 522 pages
...trust are not so frequently on your tongue, nor SO deeply graven in your memory, as in mine : — " There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence fancy wove me dreams of happiness : For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage... | |
 | John Weiss - 1864 - 534 pages
...trust are not so frequently on your tongue, nor so deeply graven in your memory, as in mine : — " There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence fancy wove me dreams of happiness : For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage... | |
 | 1866 - 394 pages
...or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light. Vt There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth ; But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.... | |
 | Horace Bushnell - 1866 - 338 pages
...regret, because he was caught by the temptations of fortune and now endures the bitter penalty — " Fancy made me dreams of happiness ; For hope grew...twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, acem'd mine." The picture he draws of himself is the picture, alas ! of the general folly of mankind.... | |
 | Sunday readings - 1867 - 232 pages
...rejoice! And thence flows all that charms, or ear or sight, All melodies, the echoes of that voice, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence fancy...me dreams of happiness; For Hope grew round me like a twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine. But now afflictions bow me down to... | |
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